I was walkin down the street,mindin my own affair
When two policemen grabbed me, unaware
He says ВґIs your name Henry?Вґ I saysВґWhy sureВґ
He says ВґYou the boy IВґm lookinВґ forВґ

I was framed,framed,I was blamed,framed
Well,I never knew nothin,but I always get framed
Oh,framed

They took him in the line up and let those bright
Lights shine,there was ten poor souls like me in that line
I knew I was a victim of someones evil plan
When a stool pidgeon walked in and saysВґ ThatВґs your manВґ

I was framed,framed,I was blamed oh,framed,framed,framed
Well, I never knew nothin but I always get framed

Well, the prosecutor turned and started a prosecutinВґ me
Man,that cat didnВґt give me the one,but the third degree
He saysВґWhere were you on the night of July 1953?Вґ
ВґMan I was just home just a tweedle-a-deeВґ

I was framed oh framed,I was blamed oh,framed,framed,framed well,
I never knew nothin,but I always get framed
Oh framed,oh framed